CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR : THE FLAME OF THE SUN IS FULL OF WRATH AND IT BURNED US
"She is carrying his child, not mine! You have to do something Mr Gaines!" Christian exclaimed furiously. He paced back and forth the large confined room.
Gerald sat back into his chair, and adjusted his glasses atop his nose. He picked up the cup of steaming herbal tea from the dark mahogany table and brought it closer to his nose, as he inhaled the harsh relieving scent.
The living room of Gerald Gaines, wasn't exactly what would have been expected of a wealthy man like him. It was oddly simple looking, and extremely tidy.